Lust in pictures
Demeaning in purpose,
Tired so tired
Yet trying to inspire,
lack of faith,
great imagination,
perfect perception
Of guilt-ridden photographs of you,
Of you...

Besides,
Besides!

Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore.

Silently waiting
For a moment with you,
As I tie you into nothing,
Understand my hate for you
What is wrong or what is right,
I push you through,
I can't live
With or without you.

Besides,
Besides!

Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore.

Insomnia keeps us alive,
We will rest in death,
I will make you pay in other ways,
I will try to put my self back
Together again.

Besides,
Besides!

Simple lies
Are what we are
And what we have
Won't hurt anymore!